Right Choo Choo!

Daemyon....I didnt grow up around it....just familiar with it.

Worked 5 yrs. in New Orleans, (actually Metarie) at the ole East Jefferson Hospital.
A lot of my co-workers were from Houma, La. about an hour drive away.

Trust me....good folks...and they DO wear the label "Coonasses" lovingly!.....LOL

You can't beat the food and the culture in Louisiana! Outstanding!

And no.....you're right....teeth are teeth....wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a gator or a croc.

I'll stick to eating the gator though.


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Sandshaker,
Hubby is a registered coonass!!!! He was born in Metarie!!!!! He loves gator meat, crawfish, crabs, etc. Real coonasses from the swamps are liable to eat just about anything....... Including squirrels, nutrias, turtles, armadillos and the like. He has a friend from Argentina that never got the gist of "coon ass" and calls him "the ass of a coon". Same thing, but looses the endearment in the translation, don't you think? LOL
Debbie

Debbie,
Not having met him I don't feel qualified to comment. What do you think?

SS...now you know why there is a complete lack of any AC animal life around Art and Kay's apartment. You can tell him I said so, and he's welcome.

CC

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LOL

"Ass of a coon"....huh?
Yes.....no endearment there!

Choo Choo.....is THAT what the problem is??
LOL.....wish willy on a stick on the BBQ huh?

Oh God!

I will pass that on to Art Choo....gotta get in touch with him anyway....need a few little things done around the office.
Art is a good guy and does great work!

I just need to find what I did with his #.
If you have it Choo....can you email it to me?

Thanks!

SS,

The only "numbers" I have are:

Charlies (Estels) for breakfast 8 a.m. or
Cannibals for Breakfast 8 a.m.

Hideaway for lunch 11 a.m. on.......

and the always popular "waiting for traffic to clear after work" location (BC's) around 4 p.m. Tell Piccou (when you find him) that SWMBO Jan has three "heirloom quality" pictures of him with the "awful blue drink" on his anniversary the 29th. (Kay didn't seem as happy about that episode as MR. Coon Ass was).

Bombs away,

CC

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Choo Choo,
It seems that we met a coon ass while we were down on AC. Met him and his wife at Fido's. He was delighted with my hubby who was wearing one of his more crude and obnoxious T-shirts. (Don't you have one with a pig on it?)
"Sucked a little head and ate a little tail in New Orleans"....... It had a picture of a crawfish on it..... but KNOW you would prefer the joke to the literal meaning.... He lived in San Pedro and if I'm not mistaken, owned a restaurant or club there. Do you know who I'm talking about? Same guy as mentioned above????
Debbie

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Debbie,

This "coonass" was trying to be kinda "retired", but now does construction projects around the island (when the spirit moves, of course). Nope, not the same Louisee's.

I hope that wasn't a perjorative comment that you were startin' to make about my "pig" shirt. It just sort of covers my favorite foods as well as some social habits. (Just kidding.)

Chooch,
Saw a picture of you in your pig shirt. You were with Beerbudget and JanePA. It was real impressive!!!! I can only assume you had an infamous blue cocktail behind one of their backs......... You and hubby would get along great. The pig shirt...... This doesn't mean you're a razorback from Arkansas does it? *grinning*
Deb

Ah Deb,

NO, heavens no, to the Razorback thing. And, the "infamous, awful blue drink" was in full view, as usual, just in front of the piggy (shirt, that is). Even our "baby", the 22 y/o son had three of them over Christmas in SP. Says now his life has been demonically altered, that he's ruined for life and after graduation will never leave the house. (OUR house, that is).

We're taking the riff-raff concoction to the BVI for eight days in Feb. That oughta take a little starch out of those Limey shorts.

Ms. Priscilla, she of direct Coonass heritage, politely points out that the term "coonass" is a compliment, but if I call her "Ass of Coon", my ass is OUTSIDE with the dogs!